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Thrusting my ass into his groin, he grunted and clenched me tighter. Moving my hips up and down the shaft that had thickened to hardened steel, a moan slipped free and I had to close my eyes to gather my senses. “I already planned to watch them burn.”
Was my only answer.
My plans hadn’t changed, only difference now was, I wouldn’t be alone in the darkness.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Rían
We had a plan, and nothing would stop us from seeing it through to the end.
That was our story so far, and that was how we ended up here.
“Do you still think we can’t trust Ronnie?” she asked, her dark troubled eyes full of hope.
I sighed, hating that we had to keep who I was from him. But it was safer for him this way. “It isn’t about trust, darlin’. You know I trust that man with my life. With your life, but it’s safer if it’s just the two of us for now. If anyone was to find out, we’d all be killed. Ronnie included.” I pushed forward and laid her back on the bed, gun on the nightstand as I crawled on top of her. Instinctively her back arched with passion and she extended her throat to me. Trailing my nose up the side of her neck, the way I had the first time I held her again, I peppered her with the smallest little kisses that made her shudder. “Stop mourning me, Lessie. I’m right here. I’m alive and I’m yours.”
A sultry little mewl hummed past her lips as her ample breasts pushed hard into my bare chest. “He took everything from you, Rían. In two days, your parents will grieve that day you vanished. You’ll grieve the life you never got to have even if you don’t acknowledge it. Most importantly, you’ll resent me for it. For dragging you into this mess.”
I groaned and dropped my head to rest it against her forehead, needing to feel her against me.
Her skin on mine.
The burden was too much of a weight to bear. Every year, we had the same conversation, and every year, I told her to let go of the past and focus on our future. This woman was deadly, a silent predator that knew how to hold a grudge and take out her enemies without so much as chipping a blood-red nail. Yet when it comes to the anniversary of my supposed death, she played the part of grift perfectly.
Too perfectly.
It took her to such a dark place I hardly recognized the demons that drained the soul right out of her beautiful eyes. That night traumatized us all.
I had the comfort of knowing she was alive and safe at least. She’d spent nine years thinking that I was twelve feet under or swimming with the fishes.
I fucking detested the thought, all those years of heartache and suffering.
I blamed myself for all of it, just like she too, blamed herself.
I wished I could have reached out, sent her a letter, or done something.
But it was too much of a risk.
Everyone, including Luigi, had to believe that I was Killian Madden.
The son of a sweet baker and gritty tattoo artist.
I wrapped my hand around her throat and squeezed, her magnetic gaze widened and held mine captive until a wicked smile spread across her devilishly stunning face. “You want my hate, darlin’?” I asked her with a growl that vibrated from my chest.
“I want it all, baby,” she purred in response, wrapping her long legs around my waist and pulling me in close. “I want everything.”
Sat back on my heels, I unwrapped her viper-like hold, pressing her thighs into the mattress, spreading her teasingly. My flat palms firm on her tender flesh. She bucked and I smirked at how greedy she was for me.
Always so damn greedy.
I gave her fabric-covered pussy a quick slap and reveled in the harsh gasp she gave in return. I gave her another one, harder this time and she groaned smoothly, eyes clenched tight as her head burrowed back and forth into the pillow. Her silken pajama shorts were in the way of everything I wanted to see. Preventing everything I wanted to do to her. The sweet, fucking torture I needed to bestow on her perfectly tight cunt. Reaching for my gun, I pulled it from the bedside table and ran the barrel over her silk-covered peach. The contact was firm and it had her eyes snapping open.
When she saw what I tormented her with, she sighed in arousal and those dark eyes lit like a fire that blazed through the blackest nights. Her legs twitched, trying to open wider than they already were but couldn’t. She was already as open as I could get her.
Lessie was flexible and the things she could do with her lithe little body would blow even a sexually deviant mind.
I stroked her back and forth, applying pressure when the barrel reached her entrance so she could feel the promise of penetration and then circling my wrist when I came back up and toyed with her clit. As I leaned over her, staring into her lust-riddled eyes, I reached my hand smoothly under her pillow and removed the knife I knew she kept there. Placing a soft, departing kiss on her seeking lips, I sat back again to watch as I rubbed her into a frenzy of desire and uncontrollable need.
